“ Night Flights ” ~ of fancy ~

 

 

In a vicious sky

I persist to fly,

In spite such rain

Has wind feel strain,

And clouds

Hang on a string,

Fixed to a heaven

Of Beelzebub’s reign,

Though but a dream

Of eerie things,

Forever I glide

On falcon like wings,

In night flights of fancy!

“ Shovelling Clouds ” ~ for dreams he dares ~

He’s not immune

To implausible dreams,

Those he dares

Meant be so bold,

He’ll forego care

That be not in tune,

To imaged notions

Of man-made reason,

For his give life

To every season…

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Shovelling clouds

He clears a path

Thru stayed emotions,

That but dictate

One ought fear life

Of dreams that urge

We build a world

With clouds of wonder,

Thus so forsaking

Man’s dreary rituals,

He’ll shovel clouds

To so lay bare

The dreams he dares!    

                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier      

                      Ode to Denis Chagnon